(Mikayla)
She rolled her eyes as he turned his ire on Angus. She gave Angus a soft smile as he departed and stood. "And that is why I called you a grumpy ogre. You were just incredibly rude to the one person in this world who cares for you and wants to help you for simply wanting to help you. But you are right," she said as she moved to the main barrel where Angus had left the soup, she took the large ladle out and moved back to him. "But you are right, you are not an ogre, i insult ogre by using them to describe you."? She teased?
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"I plan to help you eat by using this," she said dipping the ladle into the ceramic bowl. She blew on the soup for a bit, in the way a mother would do and then turn to him " Do you plan to let me help or will you shout me away too?" she asked poised with the delicious smelling soup, ready to spoon into his mouth.
(The Dragon)
"Did anyone ever tell you that you have the bedside manner of a manticore?" the Dragon rumbled, his eyes narrowing back at Mikayla.? "Which is an insult to manticores?? I swear you remind me of..." he stopped in mid-sentence, as if a memory had suddenly resurfaced and then just as quickly faded away again "...of something like a manticore, but...isn't," he finished lamely. He tried to retrieve whatever the memory had been, but it was like reaching for something whose outlines he could not quite make out. It seemed important, somehow. But beyond his reach.
"I can feed myself," the Dragon protested, reaching weakly for the ladle the girl was holding out, the delicious smell tantalizing his nostrils and making his mouth water. The effort though was too much and his taloned forearm fell back to the dias without the ladle in hand. "Oh, very well," he sighed, grumpily giving Mikayla a resigned but still stubborn look.? "If it will make you happy, you may feed me."
Tag - Mikayla
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